Mortal raving-22.6.19-Father's highlight moment

Holy matters:

My father is the eldest among my grandfather's children and the fifth among their uncles and brothers of the same generation, so from my childhood, the neighbors in the village generally call my father Fifth Brother, Old Fifth, Fifth Uncle, and Fifth Master (the uncle is in In the dialect context of the Liao Kingdom, it is the consciousness of the uncle), the elders call my father Xiaowuzi or call him by his first name, but they do not call my father the eldest brother. Father is still a little cowardly and stubborn in his bones, and has the kind of self-esteem of a special northern man. Although I have lived my whole life without accomplishing anything, in my heart, my father still has some highlights.

When my father was young, he still liked to study things. He had learned masonry work, carpentry work, and cooking. Although he was not particularly proficient, most of them were self-taught. I remember that when I was a child, there were some tables, chairs and benches at home, all of which were made by my father. Although they are not unique in style, the rural objects are very durable and painted. They have been used for many years without breaking. Every time I mention this, my father Still glowing.

Because my father learned a lot of things, there were still several reference books at home when I was a child, such as carpentry craftsmanship, fruit tree cultivation, cooking techniques and so on. At that time, I liked to look at the color page illustrations inside, especially the beautiful pictures of the finished dishes in the cooking book. I often drooled when I looked at the pictures, and I still remember the names of several dishes in it: Red Braised Whole Chicken, Pulled Apples , Hibiscus Chicken Slices, Chicken Minced Spinach. While looking at the picture and swallowing, I thought that when I grow up, I must try those delicious dishes one by one. Those days of secretly looking at food pictures have also become one of the good memories of childhood.

To say that among those skills that my father was not good at, the only thing he could do well was to cook a good dish. Although he could not rely on this skill to support his family, he won a lot of respect and love for it. When I was a child, Murakami’s weddings and weddings were usually held at home, and the ingredients were collected by themselves. The chef would also choose a nearby local chef who was familiar with cooking to help. If the relationship is normal, pay some labor fees, and if the relationship is closer, don't charge, it's considered a personal favor. Because people in the villages, you help me and I help you, in this small society, human feelings are self-consistent, and in a sense, human feelings are also a kind of currency in circulation. My father is a good cook in the village, and I dare not say that he is famous in the village. At least in the eyes of the three villages and five neighbors, my father's craftsmanship is still worthy of a thumbs up from a big brother.

Generally speaking, the chefs of the village banquet will have some fixed collocation, usually 2-3 chefs, in charge of different dishes, and the rest are some neighbors, dealing with ingredients and so on. Every time the neighbor who asked for help, he would come a few days in advance to lock in his father's schedule, and at the same time agree on the menu of the banquet. At this time, my father would calmly take a pen and paper, hold a cigarette in his mouth, and list the menus on the paper while strolling leisurely. Said, it will make the owner not exceed the budget, and the banquet looks like a certain grade. My father has such an ability. Those dish names that he can pick up at his fingertips are presented in front of the neighbors like a few treasures, and every time they can cast a satisfied look from the neighbors. This was also a time when my father was a little proud on weekdays.

The wedding banquet is especially lively, and the dishes are relatively richer. When I was a child, I liked to follow my father to the back kitchen. The so-called back kitchen is nothing more than building a shed in the corner of the owner's yard, building a few coke stoves with bricks, and then building a row of chopping boards with wooden boards, and the kitchen is fully alive. There are obvious advantages to sneaking off with my father to cook, that is, you can eat some semi-finished dishes in advance, such as fried meatballs, various canned foods, and fresh fruits. These can be considered as a kind of good food when you were a child when things were scarce. Additional rewards and benefits for the chef - the chef's children eat and get some in the back kitchen, as long as it is not too much, everyone is tacit, and the owner is happy.

After the banquet is over, generally the chef will stay for a dinner, the owner will accompany you, eat and drink, toast two glasses of wine, and chat to express your gratitude. After each village feast, my father and his acquainted neighbors exchanged cups for cups. In my mind, this may be his most glorious moment.

My father was old and thousands of miles away, so he couldn't take care of him. Although he was in poor health, he started drinking again. I knew that I didn't make sense, so I simply gave up preaching. Although I am a little worried, sometimes thinking about it from another angle is almost relieved, because I know that he, who has been indifferent all his life, may only be able to recall his true value in a slightly drunk atmosphere. Wish him all the best~!

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